Seriously, you're not sending me out in this

After their drenching at the Falls of Clyde, I got good advice to get them waterproof fleeces. I sat them down and told them, they will grow into it (bringing back memories of my sister's hand-me-downs) and it is for their health (bringing back memories of the hideous boots my mum bought me when I was 'trendy'). Oh no. I have turned into my mother.
Get the brandy out, it's Friday night.